Professor Munds came through the door of DDA, slammed the door, pulled out his wand, and closed all the windows as he made his way to the front of the class. He pulled down the projector screen, turned to the students, and with his Australian accent he said: "Turn to page 394."

The students started to turn to said page and Munds sauntered towards the back.

Jack, sitting by himself, leaned over towards Munds. "Hey, uh, where's Professor Mathan?"

Munds stopped and turned to Jack. "Not your concern." Munds continued his saunter and spoke to the class. "It seems your professor is unable to teach today." He stood behind the projector behind the students. "Turn to page 394." He tapped the projector with his wand, it came on, he saw Flynn lazily flipping through pages, and then used his wand to turn Flynn's book to page 394.

Flynn, sitting next to Fishlegs, jumped back from his book as it went to said page and then squinted at the chapter topic. "'W(h)eres'?"

"But we just started learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks." Merida, sitting next to Jack, turned and said to Munds.

Everyone turned to her and looked at her oddly.

Merida continued: "We're not meant to start on this for weeks."

"Hush." Munds said.

Flynn tapped Jack's arm. "When did she come in? Did you see her come in?"

Jack shook his head.

Munds started his way towards the front. "Which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a Were?"

Merida raised her hand.

Before Munds even turned around, he said: "No one? How disappointing." He then turned to the class.

"Please, sir." Merida said and put her hand down. "An Animagus is a witch or wizard that elects to turn into an animal. A Were has no choice. With each full moon he transforms and no longer remembers who he is; he'd even kill his best friend. Also, Weres only respond to the call of their own kind."

Hans then howled like a wolf.

"Thank you, Mr. Krei." Munds sarcastically said to Hans. "That's the second time you've spoken without permission, Ms. DunBroch. Are you unable to restrain yourself, or do you take pride in being an annoying know-it-all?"

Flynn leaned over to Jack. "Yeah, when did she get so smart?"

"Five points from Gryffindor." Munds said. "Because of your ignorance, I want four pages on Weres with emphasis on recognizing one, on my desk Monday morning."

All the students started to groan and complain in whispers.

"But it's Quidditch tomorrow." Jack said.

Munds lowered himself in front of Jack's desk, getting in Jack's face. "Then you should take extra precaution in the game, Mr. Frost. For, loss of a limb will not excuse you." He looked down at Jack's book and squinted at Jack. "Page 394." He then made his way back towards the projector. "The term Were, is translated from the root word 'Wer', that's without the extra 'e', and it means man. You put any animal after Were and you will get some of the following: 'man-wolf', 'man-dragon', 'man-fox', and/or 'man-coyote'. There are several ways to become a Were. They include the power to shape-shift or being bitten by another Were."

The next day, it was raining during the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Quidditch match.

Elsa was cheering: "Woo-hoo! Go, Jack! Go, Jack!"

As Jack and the Gryffindor Seeker were racing to catch the Golden Snitch; the bristles of Crysta's broom was struck by lightning, causing her to freak out, scream, lose control of her broom, and almost hit Jack.

Jack barely dodged the screaming girl, followed the Gryffindor Seeker out of the field, and into the stormy sky. He soon caught up with the other Seeker, who, was almost struck by lightning, and decided to fly back down to the field. Jack rolled his eyes as the other Seeker fled, he lost track of the Snitch, stopped, and saw a cloud in the shape of a wolf…he then heard Hans howling in his head.

Lightning struck and the cloud dissipated.

The Snitch flew in front of Jack's face, caught his attention, and flew away from Jack's grab.

Jack turned to chase the Snitch and went into the air with his right hand stretched out. His broom and goggles began to ice over, an umbrella went by him, and he watched it flail in the wind behind him. He then saw a Dementor, turned back ahead, and picked up speed. He turned to see the Dementor following him, he looked back ahead to see another Dementor headed his way, he dodged it, climbed further into the sky, looked back at the Dementors, slowed down to a stop, fell back, turned, and dodged the Dementors. His eyes widened in fear as he saw three other Dementors and then another one got right in front of him and did as the one on the train did…causing Jack to fall off his broom and plummet down towards the ground.

Everyone looked up to see Jack falling and started to scream.

North quickly stood, followed Jack with his hand, and casted: Aresto Momentum.

Sometime later:

Jack heard Anna giggle.

Anna said: "He has more white in his hair." She giggled again. "It's awesome."

Rapunzel scoffed. "He fell over a hundred feet Anna. Shouldn't you be more worried about him?"

Jack's eyes started to open.

"Why?" Anna asked. "Uncle North stopped him, he's fine!"

Jack joked: "Then why am I waking up in the Hospital Wing?" He smiled at everyone.

Everyone smiled and sighed in relief.

Jack sat upright.

"How are you feeling?" Elsa asked.

"Grand; can't you tell?" Jack said sarcastically.

Merida came next to Jack. "Gave all of us, quite the heart attack, you did."

Jack looked at the mirror in Anna's hands, rolled his eyes, and put out his hand to her. "Gimme."

Anna giggled and handed him the mirror.

Jack looked into the mirror and saw a white streak going across the right side of his head, following the original white chunk of hair that was over his temple. "Whoa." He ran the tip of his fingers over the hairs, and then he looked back at Merida. "What happened?"

"Well", Merida started, "you fell off your broom."

"Really?" Jack asked sincerely. "I meant the match. Who won?"

Merida sighed. "No one blames you, but…the Dementors aren't allowed inside the grounds. Uncle North was furious. After he saved you, he sent them away and the match was canceled."

Flynn loudly gulped. "There's something else you should know." He stepped up holding a Jack's Quidditch cape wrapped around something. "When you fell off your broom, it went into the Whomping Willow, and…" He unwrapped the cape, showing the broken pieces of Jack's broom. "Well…"

Jack stared at the destroyed pieces…

The next day, Jack was walking about with Professor Mathan.

"I'm sorry to hear about your broom, Jack." Mor'du said.

"Yeah", Jack started, "first my wand last year and now my broom this year…stupid Whomping Willow."

Mor'du chuckled. "Is there no fixing your broom?"

"No, sir." Jack shook his head. "Do you think you could tell me why the Dementors seem so attracted to me?"

Mor'du turned to Jack. "The Dementors are the foulest creatures on earth. They feed on every good feeling and every happy memory…until their target is left with nothing but his or her worst experiences. You are not weak, Jack. The Dementors are attracted to you because you have true horrors in your past. You have nothing to be ashamed of." He then continued his walk.

Jack followed Mor'du. "But my friends, the rest of the Necro Nine, they have the same horrors as I do. Why aren't they attacked as well? Or why weren't they attacked on the train?"

"That may have to do with the negative feelings that were emanating from you after your argument with your father. That Dementor wanted to make that the only memory you had of him and because of that one Dementor, all the others are now attracted to you. But you are right…your friends should be attacked too, but it seems you are the only one that has been close enough to be attacked by the Dementors around the school here."

"I'm scared."

"You'd be a fool if you weren't."

Jack jogged in front of Mor'du and stood in front of him. "Could you tell me anything about this?" He pointed to the white in his hair.

Mor'du shook his head. "I couldn't begin." He continued their walk.

"Could you teach me how to fight them? You fought off that one on the train."

"Yes, but that was just one Dementor."

"But you made it go away."

"I'm not an expert, Jack…but because the Dementors have taken a liking to you. Perhaps, I should teach you."

"And the others?"

"Conflicting schedules, Jack. Just bring your brother along and I will teach the both of you." Mor'du took a deep breath. "But after the holidays." He exhaled. "I need to rest, for now."